Soft pastel

2025

The winter park lies in a heavy silence, its shadows long and sharp. The branches of the bushes and trees stretch out, jagged and thin, as if reaching in desperate grasp, their edges slicing the cold air. The dark paper beneath echoes the somber mood, pulling the eye deeper into the oppressive weight of the scene. Everything here feels raw, exposed—unforgiving. The sharp outlines of the branches cut through the emptiness, stark against the whiteness of the sky above, a contrast that feels as if the world is frozen in a moment of despair.

The path before us is narrow and winding, leading us forward into the unknown, yet there's no comfort in it—only a sense of unease. The trees seem to close in, their twisted limbs threatening to obscure the way, as if the landscape itself holds its breath, waiting. The pale, sharp contrast between the white sky and the dark forms below leaves the feeling of being suspended in a space that is both vast and suffocating. The air feels thick with anxiety, with the weight of a world trapped in winter’s grasp, unable to break free from its cold embrace.

In this place, there is no warmth, no light to soften the edges. Every step on the path feels heavier, as though the world itself is pressing down, reminding us of its overwhelming presence. The starkness of the scene—the sharp branches, the black shadows, the cold sky—captures a kind of restless energy, a tension that never quite releases. It's not a peaceful winter; it's a moment suspended in the heaviness of something deeper, darker, something unresolved.

As we walk through the park, the trees and bushes stretch out like shadows of thoughts left unsaid, their twisted branches an echo of our own uneasy steps. This is a landscape of raw emotion, where the weight of the world presses in, and the air is thick with a sense of dread that cannot be shaken.

24.8cm x 32cm